Lin Yanli acted flamboyantly, but at this time no one said she was arrogant.
The young man in white gripped the railing tightly with his right hand, a hint of ferocity flashed across his face, he turned his head, and his expression returned to calm.
"Next game, Zhu Rong."
"How can I beat you? Senior brother, don't you also have sword intention? As long as senior brother takes action, he will definitely be able to take down that girl. Junior sister will not be embarrassed if she shows up with this level of cultivation!"
"Don't you understand me?" The young man in white turned around with a gloomy face, staring at the tall woman like a poisonous scorpion, "It's okay if you don't go, but after you go back..."
The tall woman's scalp was numb, so she had no choice but to walk into the martial arts arena.
The young man in white looked at the tall woman's back, his eyes bloodshot.
As Zhu Rong said, among those present, only he who has mastered the sword spirit can rival Lin Yanli.
He wanted to become a direct disciple of the Lingpuppet Sect and a man at the top of the world. In the eyes of everyone, Lin Yanli had to lose in his hands, and he could only lose in his hands.
Therefore, he wanted to use these people to consume Lin Yanli's spiritual energy to pave the way for him.
A smooth road to success!
Soon, Zhu Rong returned to the viewing platform in disgrace, with his head buried, not daring to look at the young man in white.
The young man in white closed his eyes slightly, without raising his head, and used his heartbeat to inform the next person to enter.
There is only one stick of incense time between entering and exiting. Sword cultivators are so unreasonable.
Until the last person.
The old man named Xu from the Lingpuppet Sect had a terrifyingly gloomy face, and his mouth opened and closed as if he was talking to someone.
Li Zhuying's expression remained normal, but the slightly trembling right hand in his sleeve revealed his current happy mood.
Gu Xiangxiang inadvertently saw Li Zhuying's shaking right hand in his sleeve, moved forward, and thoughtfully helped Li Zhuying to block it, so as not to be seen and affect Li Zhuying's reputation.
Lin Yanli stood there, attracting the attention of thousands of people.
She raised her right middle finger, instantly detonating the audience.
"It's so cool, I decided to have a daughter!"
"Wake up, this is someone else's heir, and you can only give birth to a leaky cotton-padded jacket."
"Xu Laogou's face has been rubbed off on the ground."
"Do you think Old Gou Xu will become angry out of shame? Later, should we stop him and form a good relationship with the Thousand Demons Sect?"
"No need, do you think Xu Laogou dares to take action? A hundred years ago, Jiang Wanli conquered the entire spiritual world. A hundred years later, who knows whether she will reach that level and become enemies with Jiang Wanli.
Do you think your sect has too many people and your life is too harsh?"
Lin Yanli's eyes moved and finally landed on the edge of the viewing platform, where they met the eyes of the young man in white.
She narrowed her eyes, formed a smile at the corner of her mouth, and spoke a few words.
"The last person."
Lin Yanli inherited Jiang Wanli's spiritual consciousness, and she was able to control every move of the young man in white. Naturally, she also took in his disgusting eyes and ferocious expression.
Want to use cannon fodder to drain her spiritual energy?
Dream big!
The young man in white stretched out his hand and touched the long sword behind his back, then slowly stepped forward into the martial arts arena.
"Do you need to adjust your breath?" The priest in white asked as usual.
Lin Yanli clapped her hands gently, smiling brightly, "Of course."
"good."
There was some surprise on the face of the young man in white. He did not expect that Lin Yanli would not follow the routine. With a little anxiety, he waited in silence for a quarter of an hour. He looked at Lin Yanli who was slowly getting up in the distance.
He drew the long sword from behind.
This is a sword with a very unique shape. The handle is round and has a spiral pattern. The blade is extremely thin and completely black with no impurities. It looks like a Western sword from Blue Star.
Lin Yanli twisted her neck and did some aerobics on the spot, then raised the "Innocence" on her right hand, smiling brightly and innocently.
The young man in white felt that the smile was a bit dazzling, so he slightly covered his eyes with his hands and moved his lips slightly.
"Lingpuppet Sect Bai Wuchen."
Lin Yanli cupped her fists and saluted back, "Thousand Demon Sect Lin Yanli."
After finishing speaking, she smiled and glanced at Xiao Luan on the audience stage, as if to say, I will let you see the surprise soon.
Xiao Luan nodded, looking forward to it.
Lin Yanli shook "Innocent" in her hand very quickly,
Bai Wuchen raised his sword to block, swung the spiritual sword in his hand horizontally, and threw the flying sword "Tian Tian" into the air. He randomly put his hands together, and a broad sword light flew out from the sword body.
It is a sword that carries the meaning of the sword.
The atmosphere in the auditorium returned to normal, and many monks came back to their senses from the state of wandering spirits.
Lin Yanli had been chopping melons and vegetables before, but finally he found someone who could beat him, and he finally got something to look at.
"This boy from the Lingpuppet Sect is actually a sword cultivator who has refined his sword will. Now he is quite impressive."
"I don't know how Lin Yanli will counterattack. Although she also has sword intention, she is too young and there is a big gap between her cultivation and that young man from the Lingpuppet Sect."
Lin Yanli was in his early ten years, and the young man in white was in his early twenties. Who was more talented could be seen at a glance.
Although Lin Yanli has the sword intention, there is still many years of training time difference between him and the young man in white. It is really hard to say who will win and who will lose.
Bai Wuchen's steps were strange, his figure was erratic, his wrists flipped, his spiritual sword flickered, and sword flowers bloomed like rain. The density of sword flowers reached the limit, making it difficult to tell which direction he was in.
Lin Yanli turned her wrist, and a lotus blossomed in her palm.
While sealing, don't forget to look for an opening to draw your sword.
"Ding-ding-dang-dang-dang..."
The sound of the sword continued, the steps of the young man in white were erratic, and Lin Yanli's movements were not slow either.
The two men fought like clouds and flowing water, as fast as lightning, which made all the low-level monks stunned.
Cao Zheng kept patting Yin Qiu's back with his big hand, pointed at the two people in the field, and said: "Take a good look at how your sister Lin draws the sword. Use the sword when it is time to draw the sword. Don't be sloppy."
Yinqiu's golden eyes lit up from time to time. After nodding in agreement, his head tilted and his mind went nowhere.
When he returned from his fugue, two figures, black and white, appeared in his palm.
The black one is Lin Yanli, the white one is Bai Wuchen, and their physical and sword skills emerge one by one in their palms.
Yinqiu grinned, revealing a pair of tiger fangs. Before he could be happy for a long time, he slapped him on the back of the head.
"Just watch it, and don't play any other tricks!"
Cao Zheng reached out and grabbed Yinqiu's ear, and said seriously: "If your sister Lin finds out, I will beat you up later."
Yinqiu covered her ears in pain and said "I don't dare". She opened her palm and the black figure in her palm dissipated and turned into a spiritual light and returned to the martial arts field. Only the white figure was still flying up and down in her palm.
Yinqiu opened his mouth, stuffed the white figure in his palm into his mouth, and burped beautifully, as if he had eaten a delicacy in the world.
In the martial arts arena, Bai Wuchen vaguely felt as if he had lost something. He searched around with his mind, but found no clues. He thought it was because he was restless and too sensitive.